12 weeks .. 12 weeks was the time given to him to bring the profits up. He had tried every marketing strategy he and his team could come up with. Healthcare no longer remained a patient - doctor profession. It had become another business with cut throat competition. He had tried to lure doctors with … Continue reading The BoardRoom
Climbing The Ladder of Success
via Daily Prompt: Climbing " You never have time for us." "Couldn't you spare one hour for his dance performance ?" I could still hear my wife's voice in my head. "Dad! Why didn't u come? All my friend's fathers were there, clicking their photographs. Why couldn't you come?" My son's pleas were drowned in … Continue reading Climbing The Ladder of Success
Musings of a wanderer – A journey to nowhere.
How does it feel, waking up in the morning, getting dressed up for the day and going to the same moron place day in and day out? A place, which you don't even like, yet you have to go? I know you will judge me as weak. May be I don't have guts to change … Continue reading Musings of a wanderer – A journey to nowhere.
Life Now and Then
I grew up in a small sleepy mountain town. The day would begin early and would end as soon as the sun would set. If someone was not home by 6:00 pm, it would be a alarming situation. Everyone in the town knew everyone else, and every news would spread like fire. The elders in … Continue reading Life Now and Then
Why I will never advise anyone to be a doctor mom again?
It's Saturday today, and unlike many other professions, I never get 5 days a week. Might seem as a trivial reason to many but ask a mom who isn't supermom and who just keeps trying to balance her work and her home, this will come as a major jolt once u have kids who need … Continue reading Why I will never advise anyone to be a doctor mom again?
Am I a machine?
Every morning I wake up as my alarm goes tic -toc. I drag myself unwillingly from the bed, wishing for some more minutes of sleep. Then equally unheartedly I go in the kitchen to start that mundane race, start chopping onions mechanically with my eyes still closed. Later in the day, I think how come … Continue reading Am I a machine?
The Vagabond 